A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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zamane ne mujhe chot di hai

मेरी तस्वीर अपने साथ लेना

अभी हाल�

KHWABO KA PARDA

Khwabon ka parda yaha par ab,

Ban

CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

I Would Live in Your Love
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes,

EK ITIHAAS BAN JATE HAI

मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते है�

You Will Never See Me Fall Like

You may see me struggle,

but you won't see me fall.

Regardless if I'm weak or not

hamari yaad ati hai

wo zindgi hi kya jisme mohobbat na ho.

wo mobbat hi kya jisme yaaden na ho 

Friends
We are going to different high schools
I know it will be hard
we were best friends
and now

First Love

I ne'er was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet.

Her face it

BAS THODI DER

बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे �